“Nigga, yo breath foul as fuck,” Ricky said. Even in the worst situations, his ass had to joke. On the other side of the room, Fatz chuckled. The other nigga who came with Bones was just standing there holding the gun looking dumbfounded. He was definitely not a killer.
“What’s good nigga?” Shemel asked Bones.
Clenching his jaw, Bones walked up on him ready to smack him with the gun, but Pierre intervened. Pulling his from behind his back, he let off a shot.
POW!
Wanting to be able to shoot the other two niggas in time as well, he ended up sending a shot to Bones arm, making his gun go off sending a shot in Shemel and his producer’s way. The bullet hit Shemel’s producer right in the middle of his head. He had been sitting there waiting for something to pop off, not saying a thing. Turning his head quickly, Pierre shot Nick in the chest twice. Before he could get to the other nigga, he was long gone. He ran as soon as Pierre pulled his gun out. Shemel swung and knocked Bones out in one hit, sleeping him instantly. Looking over at his producer, he shook his head.
“FUCK MAN!” he yelled out.
Before either of them could make another move, the police busted through the doors. They had stepped off the staircase and ran right into the nigga who was trying to escape. Tucking his gun back in his jeans, Pierre lifted his hands. With cops shooting niggas, especially with the scandalous shit that happened with Michael Brown, he was not trying to go out like that. Nick was dead as soon as the first bullet penetrated his chest. As the police started to handcuff everybody, Bones started to wake up, still in a daze. Seeing that he was alive, the cops quickly slapped the cuffs on him.
Shemel hung his head low as they were dragged down the stairwell. He was saddened about his producer losing his life to some hoe nigga and knew he was about to hear Jae and his manager’s mouth. He was grateful he didn’t have his strap on him, but knew a few of his niggas did. It was good though. As soon as he was given a chance to make his first phone call, he was calling his lawyer and his pops. If anybody ever had to take a seat, the longest time was nothing more than a year. That’s one of the advantages to having long money and the law on your side. That drug money will truly buy you what you want, including your freedom.
Seeing Bones getting dragged out of the building sent Reilyn into panic mode. Shutting her car off, she ran up to him. The blood stains on his shirt brought fresh tears to her eyes thinking he was truly injured.
“What happened babe! Oh my God! Are you okay?” she asked dramatically.
“Call your lawyer for me,” Bones replied.
“No. For what! He didn’t do anything. All this is my fault,” she pleaded, pulling on Bones’ arm.
She was willing to risk her freedom for him and didn’t care who knew it. He couldn’t go to jail, at least not by himself. Somebody is going to pay, she thought to herself.
“Ma’am, please back up. If you want to come down to the station, you can do so,” an officer said, softly pulling her away.
After getting the information she needed to meet up with Bones, she ran back to her car. Not before she got a glimpse of Shemel and his crew being walked out in handcuffs as well. As soon as their eyes connected, Shemel and Vino’s faces scrunched up in disgust. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Shemel held his tongue, knowing anything he said could be used against him, but Vino didn’t give a fuck. Reilyn had him fucked up.
“Bitch, wait till I catch yo hoe ass! On my mama, you done with,” he yelled out, trying to break free from the police.
“Aye, chill,” Shemel hissed.
Reilyn ran to her car as fast as her legs would allow her. She hadn’t been worried about anything happening to her. That was not the case now. She now had two people gunning for her head, and she knew Shemel wouldn’t stop until she was dead. He always told her he didn’t play that disloyal shit and she straight up went against the grain. Speeding away from her spot, she made her way to the station as Shemel and everyone else were put in the back of separate squad cars.
It didn’t take long for the news reporters and homicide detectives to arrive on the scene. There were two dead bodies and four guns present. They needed answers and it was going to take a few hours to investigate. Jae and Shemel’s manager pulled up to the scene with Shemel’s dad not too far behind them. Knowing how this shit went, his pops told him to chill out and go downtown for questioning. Shemel let him know he didn’t have his strap on him, so he’d be free by the wee hours of the morning.
Pierre’s gun of the night happened to be his clean one. It was registered and surprisingly didn’t have any bodies on it. Tonight, it had caught two, and he grinned at how he knew the cops were going to be pissed about him getting off clean as a whistle. If he didn’t do shit else right in life, he knew how to piss a mufucka off at the wrong time. As soon as they made it down to the precinct, they were released in less than two hours, based off self-defense.